February 25th, 2010

Today...today was a strange day. It was both happy, bad, and sad all at once...and of course it was completely entertaining. Its a cliche but so true the phrase "You would be surprised of how strange and different people are who go to supermarkets"...No! not the bloody, whitebread supermarkets, not a Publix. But an actual supermarket that holds the melting pot of america. As a cashier you will see many perspectives through out your workday (unless your a tunnel vision type). Today I had seen the friendly go getting old drinkers. The extremist of anti-technology/ anti-political man who would like to see some figures crucified. I saw two stuck up dope heads who I couldn't help but look down on. (Honestly one could not help but to look down despite thier nose pointing up). I've seen the old fashion elderly who have seen it all. And of course we cannot forget the smelly, unatttractive old lady who bought so many unhealthy products that is sure to be the death of her. Despite the unappealing picture that seems painted before me, instead of making me feel stongly negative about the world, I feel actually happy about it. Somehow a beaten, bloodied up picture is seen as hope in my eyes. That this world is not really that bad. But rather more cleverly written by its Creator. But that feeling quickly left after I passed by my former highschool. My own generation is one of two things that can really tick me off. I guess I am no different then all these strange folks at my supermarket.

February 23rd, 2010

I might actuall have another chance, a second chance at pursuing my education. I have grown lost and frustrated over our financial issues but now the college of my dreams has notify me that I can still go in for Fall of 2010. Before I had been deeply worried that I may ultimately have to end up in the military in order to pursue a descent future. But in truth, I fear that joining the military would break a part of me that has become an obsession. With thier mind breaking capabilities I was worried I would lose my gift to create if I were to join. Columbia College Chicago is were ultimate dreams rest, where I can see myself in the next 4 years happy regardless how cold or how difficult things may be. This is my future and I will pursue and be ultimately successful at the end.